Rough Draft

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you just lie with me and forget the world?

So it's come, the decision's made. After another week of self-denial, thinking that I actually would study even when I come online, I think it's due time I un-installed this major source of distraction. No point staying and waiting for the sentence to be passed down, no. I don't think I want to sit here and watch the waters rise above my head. I wouldn't wanna go down without a fight and made to look like a joke.

The whole week's bland, like, tasteless? I hate the damn subjects, I can't wait now. I want to get out of damn secondary school, the last year is like the most boring year. Sleep, sleep, and damnit sleep through the blah-ing of the teachers. Seems like even the chairman himself is prone to sleep these days. 5 months, and yes. Goodbye, school.

Got nothing much to update, life's not that interesting these days. Singapore hasn't got much to offer anyway. Where's there to go, except the place 'town' where all the supposedly cool people are seen to be everyday. Yeah, orchard's too much of a bore these days. Sometimes, I wish that I was born elsewhere. I'd jump at the chance to study overseas if there was a chance.

Alright. If ever anyone wants to look for/talk to/tell me things, there's always email. (: Regarding this blog, I guess it'd remain stagnant for a while. Maybe updates once in a while, since it's my MSN that's gone, not my internet connection. You can update/guest blog for me if you want, just ask me for the password. So yeah, for now. Will update one last time at night later.

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So yes, night has set in. Feels weird, knowing that MSN Messenger would cease to exist tomorrow. Was talking about the dream girl I've always wanted with penguin just now, and I realise, that a dream will always be a dream. Haha, but it's damn sweet to be loved. Okay. Let's see, I'll email a few people, and sms another few. And maybe come online once, or the very most twice, during the weekend or something. But the chances of that happening would be slim. Okay then. Goodbye, MSN Messenger. Been nice knowing you. (:

And if you happen to be reading this,

Happy Birthday, Beitris!

I'm sorry this didn't appear on the actual day, but yes, happy sweet sixteenth. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend, and for always being there. You're of the strangest friend I have, seemingly far, but you appear everytime I need advice. (: I owe you two now, inclusive of your birthday treat. (:

Replies to tags: (slightly overdue)

Liyun: Haha hello! Yes yes, Zidane is my loveee.

Nicolette: Hello Zining! Haha, I won't be online these days. You won't feel guilty not talking to me now that I won't be online huhhh. :P

Sandy: Haha, not me!

Sarah: Touched to know that. See you soon. (:

Liyun, Nicolette: I rock the most. (x

Sandy: Haha it was me at your blog! See, I do visit it. Boo!

Tingzhi: Yes, I switched it. "Did you fall from a shooting star?" (:

Joyce: Hello! It's been four or five years since we met. I will, take care too! (:

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Hansheng!

1. A lump of hansheng the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court.
2. The average human spends about 30 days during their life in hansheng!
3. Until the 1960s, hansheng was not allowed to enter Disneyland.
4. Hansheng can fly at an average speed of fifteen kilometres an hour.
5. Hansheng has only one weakness - the colour yellow.
6. By tradition, a girl standing under hansheng cannot refuse to be kissed by anyone who claims the privilege!
7. It took hansheng 22 years to build the Taj Mahal!
8. Hansheng can grow up to three feet in a 24 hour period.
9. Hansheng is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.
10. A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and hansheng.

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Just a slight update:
( forget the lyrics for this post, lazyyy. :P )

I'm contemplating whether I should delete MSN Messenger. I was supposed to, two days ago. But it's like a part of me now, equivalent to breathing. But another week from now, it'd be a month to prelims. Grr. I hate this.

Anyway, Rise Against and Alter Bridge are the current top bands on my playlist. Heh, I'mma get Rise Against, Snow Patrol, and maybe, just maybe, AFI and Angels & Airways. Despite the latter two's bad ratings. I can't wait.

I want to learnnnn. In loving memory. (:

Anyway, school sucks as usual. Well, everything else too. I just can't wait till the whole damn year's over and I get to work or something. New school, new meaning, new life.

A tribute to Zinedine Zidane:

The World Cup 2006 had ended, and Italy had won the competiton, abeit in my opinion, un-deservedly. However, I have to give them credit for hanging on, despite France controlling the match. Like they say, luck plays a role in soccer, even in the finals.

France advanced to the finals, and what I saw was that the determination of the veterans playing their last World Cup that saw them through. Players like Viera, Thuram, and Zidane himself were inspired, and they gave their best for what I saw, was their year. Their performance overshone opponents that went through to the last 16, countries like England and Brazil who did not lived up to expectations. However, despite the critics on their backs, France did not make to big a fuss, and their position was nothing that shocked me.

Zinedine Zidane, the player who first inspired me to kick the ball around, the first who drove me to try and master different varieties of getting past numerous opponents, and the first who taught me about the passion of football. His two goals in the finals against Brazil, his winning volley in the Champions League are but a few highlights of his entire careers. The number of acheivements he earned as a player, including the World Player of the Year, was something he truly deserved. He was a humble player, never once speaking about matches he played well in, hiding in the shadows about his glorious games, never once holding his head high. His determination and grit was important as a football player, as vital as his vison and ability to run at opponents. His strengths were undervalued by many, and most only recall the moments of greatness in his career. But what made him a legend in true fans, and in mind heart, are his undervalued strrengths, and the way he play The Beautiful Game.

His role in World Cup 2006 deservingly won him the Golden Ball. But critics refuse to back down, and they grab the chance to gnaw on his one moment of fury. He is, but a human, and the controversial headbutt only prove that besides his mastery of the game, he is one who doesn't back down for the ones he loved. This showed that his instinct to protect his family, even from plain verbal attacks, was one that developed from his heart to them. But few questioned the reason behind the headbutt, they only saw and think that every red card would cause a game to turn in the opponent's favor. Truth is, what made France lose, was the luckless penaltly strike that saw the ball come off the bar.

As the newspapers and and the press round the world hound in day in, day out, Zidane has once again, kept quiet, and only spoke about what was behind the scene on that match day. If he had withdrew himself from that verbal attack, I, for one, would have been ashame of his cowardice, and never speak about him again. But that red card made me applaud his temperament, and he is up there, with the rest of the football greats.

The rest of the world harp on still, about one moment of 'insanity', but the match had passed, and what Zidane had contributed to the world of soccer surpassed even the greatest of sins. But so called football fans continually ask for his head, and I appeal to the people. For what he had brought us, countless magic with his two feet, inspiration to younger players, and his determination and courage that had brought France so far out into the tournament, please. Let him retire in peace.

Zinedine Zidane, you remain as the #1 soccer idol I've had, and the impact you made on my life, has me holding you in high respect for eternity. Your story, I'd pass down to children and grandchildren, and you've taught me much. You are always a champion in my heart. I wish you all the best in your future paths.

Zizou, I salute you.

Once again, I've received a 'no' for tomorrow's service. To my cell group leader, and more importantly, the whole of N293 and N330, I'm sorry I won't be able to make it. That's all, I.. I have nothing to say, but I'm truly sorry.

All I can do now is to wait for the next examinations, do well, and hope for the best.

Would you dance,
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run,
And never look back?
Would you cry,
If you saw me cry?

So I've been done in by the orals, and my route to revising was a stutter. The whole damn week was once again, wasted, in a sense. The occasional lan gaming comes in once in a while, 'bleach' had been uploading whever the computer's on, while books were seldom opened. Only today proved to be the one bright day, started on a high note, dropped, before the sun sets along with everything that needed sorting out.

Couldn't remember what else happened, other than the fact that my eyesight's okay, or so said the doctor. Yeah, it's been boring, but I've already highlighted the two-three priorities in my life. Heck with the bordom, half a year and I'm outta secondary studies.

The only few companions I have nowadays are still Junle, Jeffrey and Jethro. Funny how we 'KO-ed' ourselves together during periods, or fail the same tests and exams. The deal's to limit to five sleeping periods a week, and at least a topic a day. Hope it works out.

And to Fiona, cheer up, friend. (: For the same goal, we're gonna work hard.

To the rest who asked about me, and were there to offer words of consolence- Beitris, Eve, Ethel, and Zining. Thanks so much, your concern was greatly appreciated.

Now the task before hand is to squeeze in a soccer competition, mastering two songs, and attend cell group in time from the morning to mid-afternoon tomorrow. And blah, I'm damn exhausted already.

Right, now that the glare of the spotlight on my blog's almost vanished, I shall go back to the usual whinings, and stuff that most of the people won't be bothered with. Which, is good. Spare me the wagging of tongues, and the attention I don't really want to be associated with. To the usual visitors, I'd do my best to blog properly.

And would you save my soul, tonight?

Today's been great, I can't help smiling since the minute I got back home. Ah, damn. I'd better get try and get some chords correct before I fail to do so tomorrow. Long day ahead.

Replies to tags:

Sandy: Haha, I'm not dao! I'm always friendly. (: And yes, I've always been taller!

Sarah: Haha, without a doubt. (:

Felicia: I did! But I misplaced the link.

Sandy: I was away from keyboard, don't blame me. (x

Anna Beth: Hello, what's up. (:

Sandy: You need to delete 3/4 of the stuff on your computer! A message that popped up said 9367 errors.

Penguin: Haha, lovesick? We-ell. Maybe. Tsktsk, penguin. Eloping is bad, tsktsk. (x

Jeffrey: Thanks for being there after my oral. From the heart, brothers handshake. (:

Junle: Hello, hei se ben xiao hai. I love you too.

Nicolette: Hey, I'm okay. Thanks for asking. My hand's paralysed though, ahaha.

Meltee: Hello! Of course I do, hard to forget. (:

Beitris: Haha, it sure is, and they sure are. (: Thanks so much for being there that day!

Bryant: Hey, haha. No, I hadn't. It's just that I haven't been able to see you guys these days. (:

Anonymous: Hello, thank you! I hope so too. (:

Deborah: Haha, I know that. I'll be alright, don't worry. Bake me more cookies and I'll be better. (x

I screwed up my chinese o's oral. The teacher was a bitch, the question was unexpected, and my answer to the question summed up a most miserable day. And I just had to make someone who cared, cry.

I broke the bathroom door, my knuckles are bleeding and bruised, and I won't expect mercy from dad when he sees the door.

I'd hire a car to knock me down if I could now.

The past days had been a refreshing change, alongside the company of Junle, Jeffrey, Jethro, and Phillip. I've found some of my piorities, and I've dropped some previous ones. And yes, the removal of a certain stumbling block in my life proved to be a masterstroke, and I felt released.

Oh well, quick update. Yesterday was great fun. I finally attended church service for the first time in three weeks, thanks to milk run. Presence was the same, it never did change. For the next half of the day, it was pretty much just the company of the usual people. And usual is good and enjoyable, the company's just awesome.

Well, yours too. Soothing companionship on a dark, lonely path. And a beautiful night. (:

Be back later, for now, I'mma head out for my checkup.